I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ – Phil 1:6

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perks of being a wallflower

one week into summer breaks and i know that the hot weather wasn’t something i was looking forward to coming home. i sweat like nobody’s business and bathing once/day is hardly enough.

but don’t get me wrong. summer breaks are AWESOME. i get to sleep 10+ hours a day, don’t have to cook my own meals and get to spend time with my family =)

had a rather productive week (aside from getting more than adequate sleep every day lol).

watched some pretty good movies.

Salmon Fishing in the Yemen

A story about faith and hope. about how our ideas of practicality/feasibility sometimes get in the way of us trying something new. the title itself gives you as much idea of the movie (Fish in Yemen, a Saudi Arabian country?)

Perks of being a Wallflower

Thought of watching this in Hong Kong initially but never found the right time. Mainly cause it starred Emma Watson and wanted to see how well she did in a non-harry potter franchise. another coming-of-age movie and a famous quote that came out of it was “we accept the love we think we deserve”. it’s true to some extent and it says in the movie how nice girls always ends up with jerks/someone not as good as they deserve, which i pretty much agree. but then again, i never deserved love from my God. But still He loves me so so much it’s just unbelievable how much He can love so many of His sons and daughters and still be such a personal God to each one of us.

attended SH and thboy’s convocation!!!

once again, another reminder of how time flies. it seemed just not too long ago we were fooling around playing stupid pranks in college, and how half of our college groupmates are working/graduating soon. my first convocation (besides my bro’s) and mama & i kept on saying how we wanted to graduate but not work lol. it’s like a sense of accomplishing something and i can imagine how many hours of hardcore studying before i can finally throw my graduation hat in the air and stuff.

it was great catching up with SH and mama. we talked more about politics (again!) and soaring crime rates in malaysia (underreported in the govt-controlled media, unfortunately) and also our college years. feels kind of na xie nian sometimes but then again. memories will always remain memories xd

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Love

The love for equals is a human thing - of friend for friend, brother for brother. It is to love what is loving and lovely, the world smiles.

The love for the less fortunate is a beautiful thing - the love for those who suffer, for those who are poor, the sick, the failures, the unlovely. This is compassion, and it touches the heart of the world.

The love for the more fortunate is a rare thing - to love those who succeed where we fail, to rejoice without envy with those who rejoice, the love of the poor for the rich, of the black man for the white man. The world is always bewildered by its saints.

And then there is the love for the enemy - love for the one who does not love you but mocks, threatens, and inflicts pain. The tortured's love for the torturer. This is God's love. It conquers the world.

~ Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat

for those who wander

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields
Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth: —there let him lay.
~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

Not till we are completely lost or turned around... do we begin to find ourselves.
~ Henry David Thoreau